I leave them alone for one night and THIS is what happens.The Drinking Annex of my living room has gone up in flames.At least I got to spend the past two nights there relatively unscathed.Deb and I went there for steaks wednesday and then we went to hang with B and drink on thursday night.Things got a little out of hand later,but we had a grand time.Then this.very sad times indeed.
The past two days have been a little hectic and insane.I feel like life is happening so fast these days.I have been getting so much input from outside.I am trying to assimilate and keep up at the same time.It helps to write it down.Random event style.
I saw more cops on one night than I have seen in the past 3 months.I am talking gatherings of up to 15 cop cars.They were all over the interstate when LL and I were driving and smoking and talking last night.We actually spent some of the drive smoking a # and following a swat van for shits and giggles.
I got to see one of the boys that used to sneak in through the window of the house that Deb and I shared on Evergreen.He would just show up in your bed and be there when you woke up.He's a wonderful heater,and can sleep for three days if not disturbed.I didn't realize how much I had missed him until I saw him again.He's been busy being a rockstar,drumming for bands and touring.I hadn't seen him in at least 8 years.I just remember him coming to see me every week for tarot readings,and being amazed by the process every time.He's all grown up now.
One of my younger Gay Boyfriends showed back up after flying under the radar for a few weeks.Apparently his lover had bashed him in the face with a pool cue and he had to have surgery and was recovering.He's still on the mend.I ask him what happened and he tells me "I have terrible taste in men,and a very smart mouth.This is a dangerous combination" I am hoping that he heals up alright,and that I never run into the asshole that put him in the hospital.Assault charges won't look good on me,I am convinced of it.
I somehow got roped into doing hair and makeup on The Dame for some burlesque shows that she's doing with the Memphis Belles.I have to say that I actually impressed myself with what I did with her hair yesterday,in under ten minutes,with limited resources no less.I have to do it again tonight,but I am getting into the show for free,and some of my other friends are performing as well.I think I am amazed that I can still surprise myself in this arena.I learned quite a bit technically and health-wise when I was in cosmetology school,but it was a million years ago(the early nineties) and since then I have innovated my own techniques and styling methods. I am still in awe of the art of transformation,I think that is why I continue to do it.I think that it's the only art that I have done consistently since I was a sophomore in high school.
LL and I have stumbled onto a mystery.Another of our Gay Boyfriends was telling us last night that a friend of our that we have always assumed was straight might have been hitting on him. She and I started thinking about it and we realized,we never hear him talk about ladies,or gentlemen,or anyone for that matter.We realized that maybe we just don't know which way he swings,and we are intrigued.The other night when we hit the reset button with him,he said some things that made me kinda wonder.I also noticed when we were snuggling that he has the softest hands(they make mine feel like total lumberjack hands in comparison) and he always smells good.If it's a matter of genetics,his mother is gay.Suddenly we are like the Nancy Drew twins. We can think of nothing but ways to divine this man's sexual orientation.I fear we will become terrifyingly annoying before long.
I have apparently scheduled myself for way too many things today and I don't know how exactly I am going to pull it all off.I am still a bit worn out since I didn't eat right the past few days( honestly I just didn't eat at all for the most part,and too much caffeine) and I haven't had enough sleep and drank way too much the night before last.I had to carry my roommate around the the house,she ran over the neighbors lawn trying to park her car,and I actually drank a lot more than she did.She puked on the floor after telling me that she didn't need a bucket when I ask if she did.I could only get her half undressed before dumping her into her bed.She's very unwieldy on whiskey.I couldn't get a straight answer as to whether she had to go to work the next day and it tuned out that she was supposed to be there 2 hours after I carried her to her bed,and she had all the manager cards that the restaurant needed for opening up.We had gotten a bit carried away drinking shots with B and a bunch of our friends at SSG,which consequently burned down less that 24 hours later.I think I might need to get going.
wish me luck.
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